I testify To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead Save your breath for crownin' me King of N.Y. I'm the one and only godfather, one through three Pardon me
wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' Franklins Blasphemy, I got niggaz that'll blast for me Ribs touchin' and they askin' me, Crack! Nigga! Show me
Morgan State In Miami, pool-party off the chain Gettin' brains in the water on Memorial Day Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and shit It's ya birthday, show me
our niggas locked down Our niggas passed away, we miss y'all Nigga, every time you see me, man, you know you want to be me And you can't deny the fact
bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me
the way I speak She geeked She told me take em off she know we in the club She geeked [Sean Garrett:] They use to call me young boy Bitches call me big
stop caring, cause they'll never ever see a bad bitch like me again Before there was many, now I only see one, and that bad bitch is me and after me they
Good God, aha ha Yo trick I think we done, did it again man Miami's finest, T double D Y'all know who we be I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and
in the Limousine, try Shittin' on me, I'll put yo' ass to sleep, try Findin' a bitch that can go harder than me, why Try 'cause ain't nobody hotter than me
the west Down South Miami, Florida (He's the master of the game) Jacksonville (Jacksonville) Tallahassee (Tallahassee) Master of the game (In the rappin' Hall of Fame) Like Tag Team, back again
maxi curls (Yeah) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah) Remote control alligators I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let me
none of this shit's worth dying for But when it comes to livin', money's nothin' Bein' dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be? Don't tell me
, side to side Bend me over, show me what you holdin' And oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick First suck me up and then buck me up Go
Kung do doe But you don't know me homie, so don't judge me I rep the real Miami, that's why the city loves me The feds wanna bug me, haters wanna slug me
never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me
you always good for now and plus no friends around So girl, just come lift up that dress for now And give me some points for now, talk to me, ma What
help but brag Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3 It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper